When Yue Ling returned to the sitting room, Madam Lu greeted her with a warm smile.
"Feeling better, dear?"
Yue Ling nodded.
"Mm. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting."
"Nonsense. Come, sit. We were just discussing the ceremony."
She returned to her place beside Lu Tian.
He reached for her hand beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.
She looked at him and managed a small smile before turning her attention back to his mother.
Madam Lu resumed explaining the arrangements.
There were still several venues to consider, although the selection had already been narrowed considerably. The guest list needed another review, and the invitation designs had to be finalized before the printing could begin.
Yue Ling listened.
She nodded when appropriate, occasionally offered a quiet response, and looked at whichever photograph Madam Lu placed before her.
But her mind kept drifting elsewhere.
The conversation gradually became a distant murmur.
